you bend my ideas of temperance and grace
even as i question my selfishness in wanting
to steal your name.
though your eyes hold such texture
they cannot undo me. i was whole
before you, but after, not nearly.
you tell me the time with lips
pressed to my palm
and i remember
it was a quiet morning we met.
such a lovely surrender,
that first kiss.
i do not love you
to the stars
for they will eventually burn out.
Mark
July 25, 2012
Awe….this is so sad. I think the tone is beautiful and the feeling I felt while reading the poem made me sad. The feeling of love being given and how emptiness and only a memory were left behind.
JJ
July 25, 2012
How funny, the differences in interpretation. I think this is one of the most romantic poems I’ve written and yet you get a feeling of sadness.
Thanks for reading and commenting, Mark.
Semi
July 25, 2012
I do not love you to the stars for they will eventually burn out…if that’s not the most romantic things I ever heard!!! Jennifer, you are an amazing poet and writer!
JJ
July 26, 2012
Thank you! xo